Withering Snowdrops

Struggling against gravity to claim for existence
As sharp as the winter breeze
A glint under a swirl of black flakes
Faltering irony that spread from bottom to top

If the impassable spells our essence
We are the painters of a mythological fresco

We can sense the strain over those falls
Beneath an ocean of deceit

Simultaneously throughout and amidst
Amidst millions of snowdrops that obscured the space
We broke the seaborne whiffs
To arise with unexpected concerns

If the impassable spells our essence
We are the painters of a mythological fresco

We can sense the strain over those falls
Beneath an ocean of deceit

Wandering to achieve a paradox
Gazing into the pit beneath our bare feet
Lifeless and hypostatized
Handling the moment with frostbitten dreams

Godless carriers of a forgotten tale
They climbed up the clouds to fathom
The sublime that solely looms in eclipses
To paint death in luxuriant colours